Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.